[That kiss gets a low hum from him, a contented little murmur of a sound, as his head tilts forward to better expose the nape of his neck to Noh-Varr's mouth. Although Ryan still holds his discarded shirt to his chest to cover it, he's more relaxed by now, not so aware of the exposure anymore; what he is more aware of is the sensation of breath against his neck before Noh-Varr pulls back, and of the shivers that run down his spine and make his bare skin prickle when that line is traced.]

Ah-

... yeah, that's-- that's the practical one. [There's a soft breath of a laugh, almost sheepish, at the way he trips over the words at first.] Mentioned my artist friend is a mage, right? The runes are a ward against possession and malevolent spirits, they're just... only effective to a certain point.

[They're definitely more than just ink, though. As Noh-Varr's touch trails over them he might notice they feel warmer than the surrounding skin, and that they almost seem to thrum beneath the pad of his finger in a slow, steady rhythm.]